The other day on instagram I just so happened to scroll through my explore page to only see a statement that would resonate with me so much right now.
It said "Females be laughing at another female getting her heart broke by a dude. I don't wish that on my worst enemy, you feel that shit in your chest."
There's so much wrong with this statement to be completely honest. For one, we as women shouldn't be laughing at each other period, much less a time so devastating such as heartbreak. At such a horrendous time in a woman's life, we should be uplifting each other in any way we possibly can. Secondly, you really do feel this heartbreak in your chest. No matter the length of the relationship. Whether it be 4 weeks, or 4 years, it still hurts all the same.
Imagine being in love with the same person for so long. You grow with them, you go through every good and bad time with their lives with them, but as you mature you discover that the things you once had in common are no longer what you had in common, the routes in life that you were once going aren't meeting up anymore, and now you're left to pick up the pieces and rebuild all over again.
You think you found your King. You think you found the person that's going to complete your hierarchy, to only realize that it's not what you thought it was. Never did I imagine that this would be me. Ever.
People usually know me as the dominant personality, the alpha woman, the woman who has to be strong at all times and take charge in everything.
Now imagine having to still remain strong after this happens. Imagine coming to terms with the fact that you were cheated on, lied to, played, schemed and now you must pick your crown back up and proceed to move forward as if nothing happened before.
We as women have such strength, and sometimes you don't even know where it comes from. I definitely didn't know where my strength came from. I would love to say it came from the pain of having to watch my parents separate after 30 years of marriage.
I turned my pain, my anguish, my instabilities and insecurities into jewels and attached them back onto my crown.There were days that I didn't want to get out of bed, there were days I didn't want to feel. Days I had anxiety attacks that riddle my whole body.
I had lowered my crown to make my man feel like the king I thought he was. I wanted to make him feel superior, and I wanted to be his rib. After that, I made the biggest vow to myself. I took a long hard look in the mirror and said to myself "I will never lower my crown, or ever take a jewel off of it to make it easier for a man to hold. Ever."
To all my Queens, you beautiful strong women, with child bearing hips, beautiful pearly white smiles, heads filled with knowledge to slay each and every single day, please keep your crowns up. Please walk with the knowledge of knowing you are a force so powerful, you ARE the phenomenal woman. The same things you thought you would kill you only made you stronger. Remember who's daughter you are. Remember who's sister you are. Remember who you are as a woman, a beautiful soul.
Now, shoulders back, head up, pick your crown up and wear it with grace and elegance. Don't you dare ever lower it ever again. Take charge of your throne and your kingdom. Your king will come, and he will worship both you and your kingdom.
